Adrian still farting and pooping all the time. I counted five dirty nappies on the floor after the night. I think he produced three of them between the hours of 4 and 5 in the morning. Then he was so tired in the morning that he didn’t even wake when the alarm went off at 7 and the rest of us got up – he slept until a quarter to nine. Pretty whingey most of the day, not at all interested in food, nursing lots instead.
Went to the supermarket, did some laundry. Finished entering my backlog of receipts into our expense tracker; started checking off the latest quarterly bank statement.
Tried to remove the gravel that’s been left in some corners of our garden by the snow dumped there. Some parts had so much gravel that you couldn’t see the grass or the earth. A stiff brush worked best to get the gravel out of the grass, and then simply scooping it up with my hands, or just scraping or brushing it straight into the hedge. There, it might actually be useful and keep the weeds away.
Ingrid wanted to go to bed unusually early. Once in bed it turned out she wasn’t actually tired at all, she just wanted to cuddle with me. Well, tough luck – Adrian isn’t going to accept sitting quietly in a dim room. I had to leave the room with him, so she got the opposite of what she’d planned. That’s what you get when you try to trick your mum.